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Friday, January 17, 2014

The Final Strike

Without verbally communicating with each other, it seemed
that Lucifer’s Firstborn were considering my offer of mercy as a group. Then the one nearest to me curled his
grotesque mouth into an even more grotesque snarl of contempt. And then he spit on me, which was impressive,
considering that the sword hovering in front of me kept him from getting too
close to begin with.

I teleported back to behind my lines, next to Gavsot and
Jaelin.

“Did he just spit
on you?” Jaelin asked.

I wiped the filthy saliva from my arm and shook my fingers
dry. “Fucking Firstborn,” I whined in
response. “Gavsot, how do you feel about
a full charge from every direction? It’s
time we steamroll these motherfuckers and get this over with.”

“A charge like that could lead to chaos,” Gavsot said. He was doing that thing again, trying to
gently contradict me and hoping I’d change my mind. I wasn’t going to change my mind.

“Probably, but it will also lead to their annihilation,” I
said firmly. “Let’s do this.”

Gavsot and Jaelin briefly exchanged a glance. She shrugged as if to say, “Well, he is the Devil….” Gavsot teleported away to spread the word
among his captains.

Jaelin sidled up to me.
“Getting a little tired of the fighting, sir?” she asked
tentatively.

“No way,” I replied with dry sarcasm. “I’m just living the dream. Intense nonstop combat with nearly
invulnerable brutes from Hell who want to kill me dead is what I’m all about.”

She nodded meekly. “Okay. Good to know.” She sidled away again, standing a safe
distance from the crazy bloodthirsty Devil.